04.Feb.14, 03:02 AM
"You're teasing me again!" I'shan whined. "Just what I need, a broken leg and a sexy greenrider bragging about his horny green that I can't chase!" he went on, his voice bubbling with humor. He wasn't actually frustrated with the little greenrider, but comments like that weren't doing anything to lessen his interest! C'dhin was so handsome and charming, and apparently he had a real minx of a dragon to go with it. The pretty creature was quickly putting himself on I'shan's ever-eager radar.
"Hmm, you better be glad I can't walk, greenie...Cookies and a smile like that? I don't think you'd make it very far." I'shan meant the comment in a good-natured way, barely even considering how such words might send many greenriders running for the hills. But how could anyone expect him to keep his language clean when C'dhin was teasing him so? I'shan giggled a little, displaying his playfulness and hoping to take any possible edge off of his words. He winked once, then popped another cookie in his mouth.
"It's a date, then," he declared. "Once I can walk, you can come to my place and we can cook." I'shan's hut had managed to survive the landslide, but he figured he would find an excuse to build a new home anyhow. With Isharyn's mother dead, he was going to need a bigger one anyhow. Now that was a terrifying notion! He frowned a little as the thought drifted through his mind, reminded of the fact that he hadn't seen his son since the disaster. He'd been injured trying to save the boy and his mother, but he'd failed. He'd failed, and it had been someone else who'd saved him! At least they'd saved him after saving his son. At least Isharyn had made it, and at least he still had one of his parents.
I'shan hated thinking about sad things, so instead, he started cramming cookies in his mouth. That didn't stop his talking, of course. "So, I have a kid! He's...seven turns old, I think? Something like that! He's going to be a bronzerider one day. I'd bet Ilv's hide on it!" he crowed happily, spraying a list dusting of crumbs as he did so. He peered into the bag to realize that he'd scarfed down most of them. He laughed and handed the bag back to C'dhin. "Here! The artists deserves a fair share of his creation. You deserve the last couple," he said cheerily.
"Hmm, you better be glad I can't walk, greenie...Cookies and a smile like that? I don't think you'd make it very far." I'shan meant the comment in a good-natured way, barely even considering how such words might send many greenriders running for the hills. But how could anyone expect him to keep his language clean when C'dhin was teasing him so? I'shan giggled a little, displaying his playfulness and hoping to take any possible edge off of his words. He winked once, then popped another cookie in his mouth.
"It's a date, then," he declared. "Once I can walk, you can come to my place and we can cook." I'shan's hut had managed to survive the landslide, but he figured he would find an excuse to build a new home anyhow. With Isharyn's mother dead, he was going to need a bigger one anyhow. Now that was a terrifying notion! He frowned a little as the thought drifted through his mind, reminded of the fact that he hadn't seen his son since the disaster. He'd been injured trying to save the boy and his mother, but he'd failed. He'd failed, and it had been someone else who'd saved him! At least they'd saved him after saving his son. At least Isharyn had made it, and at least he still had one of his parents.
I'shan hated thinking about sad things, so instead, he started cramming cookies in his mouth. That didn't stop his talking, of course. "So, I have a kid! He's...seven turns old, I think? Something like that! He's going to be a bronzerider one day. I'd bet Ilv's hide on it!" he crowed happily, spraying a list dusting of crumbs as he did so. He peered into the bag to realize that he'd scarfed down most of them. He laughed and handed the bag back to C'dhin. "Here! The artists deserves a fair share of his creation. You deserve the last couple," he said cheerily.